We had strong reservations about seeing another Woody Allen movie, but Netflix promised a 3.5 for us, so we queued up Midnight in Paris. Not only did it not disappoint, it charmed. Sure, there's rampant name dropping, and Inez, her parents, and Paul are ludicrously Dursleyized -- note to Woody (and Rowling): it's possible, even preferable, for two people to not be right for each other without making one of them the bad guy and beating us over the head with it --, and if you're not careful you imagine an aging Woody instead of Owen Wilson in the lead role... but all in all, we were happy. The cast does well, but we were entranced by Corey Stoll in the role of Hemingway. His performance goes beyond caricature into something I don't have a word for, and manages to hit on something true. I really dislike Hemingway's novels, but this made me want to hang with Hemingway.
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